At that moment, Yang Jian, Xiong Wenwen, Luo Suyī, and Lin Luomei were lingering near the Caesar Hotel, which was shrouded in ghostly fog. They neither chose to retreat nor rashly barged inside.
At a time like this, any recklessness could prove fatal.
Yang Jian needed this operation to be flawless and bring the incident to a satisfactory conclusion. The resources he could mobilize were limited. If he failed this time, he definitely would not be able to prepare so thoroughly next time.
"Looks like we're in for a grim end this time." Luo Suyī stood some distance away, watching the contemplative Yang Jian, his mood worsening further. "Yang Jian is already being this cautious. You can imagine how dangerous it must be inside. If I hadn't had no other choice this time, I wouldn't have come to a place like this even if you beat me to death."
Lin Luomei said nothing. She merely glanced at Luo Suyī, unease and fear evident in her eyes.
She had a premonition that she might very well die in this hotel.
The feeling had not been this strong before, but the closer she got, the clearer it became.
"You don't need to be afraid. If things really go wrong, we can find a chance to slip away." Luo Suyī noticed her unease and quietly comforted her. "And judging by this, Yang Jian might not actually intend to act."
But whether that comfort did any good, no one knew.
"If you're not confident, then forget it. I still have to go home tomorrow. My mom only gave me three days off, and if I'm late, she'll definitely scold me again." Xiong Wenwen tugged at Yang Jian's sleeve, speaking pitifully.
Yang Jian did not answer him. His brows were tightly furrowed as he felt